[Sasuke is close to being swept in by the gentle vulgarity of those words, but Cy's question halts him; he finds his face tucking a little closer to the man's chest. Thinking. There are moments, when Cy shares those sentiments, that his own reactions are unpredictable enough as to incapacitate him. He cannot say if this will be the case—but the warning helps. It allows him time to prepare, to guard against the mental impact of hearing such tender things.
He nods, feeling his cheek drag against Cy's shirt.]
no subject
He nods, feeling his cheek drag against Cy's shirt.]
Go ahead.